.In this version, Behavior has consequences.There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left ha...ging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.I don't want to step on too many toes, and hijacking an author's work is not what I'm intending. It's just that so many authors start up and then. I flung up what I had just discharged; suddenly her legs closed, she stepped quickly aside, looked down and went away. I am still under the impression that a drop of my sperm must have hit her naked legs.We both also grew more lascivious, having frigged before each other, we took to frigging each other. I went to my home, on going back, found he had taken other young men to see the legs. One night five of us had dinner, we smoked and drank, our talk grew baudier; we had mostly been. She rubbed around the breasts, and slowly worked on them until her roaming fingers stopped at the nipples. She pinched them, hardening the already hardened nipples. She rubbed and squeezed the breasts more hardly and now clearly she was dripping between her legs. She turned off the shower, but no, she wasn’t finished her bath yet. She hurriedly ran into her room and opened her closet door, taking out a box from one of the drawers. Inside the box were many dildos, in various shapes and sizes.. .. her... but I'm getting ahead of myself.First let me introduce my family. I am Emilly and am 16. My brother Brad is 14 while my father John is 38. And finally my mother, my beautiful perverted mother is Mary and is 34.So what's wrong with my mother you say? Well let me give you an example. All four of us are sitting around the dinner table enjoying a family meal like every other family. About halfway into we all begin to notice that the pickle was once on mother's plate has now vanished. None.